"Yes, I am," Anastasia answered, and Harry's face fell.
"I thought he cheated on me," Anastasia began to explain. She told Harry everything that happened, from the video she received showing Matthew sleeping with another woman to the discussion she had with Matthew at his house. "That day you saw me at his house. I only went there because he begged me to come over so that he could explain things to me. "Anastasia rambled on, but Harry kept silent. "I never set out to hurt you. I didn't know I was still in love with Matthew until I set my eyes on him. I regret running off and not talking to him after I received that video on the morning of our wedding. Now that I know that he was not the person in the video, I can't hold myself back from being with him, "Anastasia said. Harry sat really still, and Anastasia became worried, "Please say something," Anastasia begged. She went closer to him and took his hand in hers, "I never meant to hurt you..." "Cut the crap and say something else," Harry imploded, cutting Anastasia off and shoving her hand away. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You used me for your selfish plans, and now that you want to go back to him, you want to toss me aside like a used tissue paper, "Harry said as his voice kept rising. "Even after telling you everything that I stand to lose, you still want to go off with Matthew. Remember you signed a contract to marry me for a year, "Harry yelled as his lips trembled. Anastasia had never seen anyone so angry. She suddenly felt afraid. "I am not in a head space to discuss this right now ", Harry said and walked out. Anastasia had known telling Harry she was still in love with Matthew was going to be difficult but she had not envisioned him being so angry. When Harry got back to his room he started pacing back and forth. When he had walked into Anatasia's room and seen her moan and call out Matthew's name, he had known she was still in love with Matthew. But hearing her say it was so difficult. Harry could not understand why he was so angry. He quickly dressed up and left for the office. Anastasia was feeling a lot of emotions at once. She was ashamed of her actions and shocked at how angry Harry had gotten. Even though she had not expected him to like her response, she also had not expected him to scream at her and walk out. Anastasia was worried about the legal document she had signed that stipulated how long she was to remain married to Harry. While her mind was mulling over what to do her phone rang signalling an incoming call. She looked at the phone screen and saw that it was Matthew, Anastasia's face lit up with a smile and she immediately picked up the call. A few minutes later she was on her way to Matthew's house. She had dressed to impress. She had on a lime green short a-line gown that accentuated her curves and showcased her long shapely legs. When Matthew opened the door, Anastasia flew into his arms. The force of her embrace made him take a small step back, but he quickly regained his balance, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Her hair, soft and flowing, brushed against his cheek as she nestled her head into his shoulder. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate moment. The warmth of her lips, the taste of her breath, and the soft sighs they exchanged created a symphony of love and longing. Eventually, they pulled back, just enough to look into each other's eyes. His hands moved to her face, gently caressing her cheeks as he whispered, "I missed you." "I missed you so much", Anastasia responded, with a soft, contented sigh, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Let's go in ", Matthew said as he held her hand and they walked into the sitting room. Immediately they entered the house, Anastasia pulled Matthew closer, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt with a sense of urgency and desire. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a world of their own. Her eyes locked onto his, Anastasia was captivated, and her heart started racing. Anastasia smiled, being in Matthew's arms always had left her breathless and feverish with desire. "I have been looking forward to this," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. Before he could respond, her lips captured his in a kiss that was nothing short of electrifying. Her mouth moved against his with a fervour that spoke volumes of the longing she was feeling. The kiss was deep and hungry, their lips melding together with a fiery passion. Matthew could feel the heat radiating from her, seeping into his own body and igniting a similar blaze within him. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a mix of desperation and exquisite tenderness. Each touch, each caress, sent shivers down Anastasia's spine. Her lips were soft yet insistent, demanding his full attention. He responded in kind, matching her intensity, his hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks. The taste of him was intoxicating—his cologne tickled and captivated her senses. She quickly discarded her quilted Chanel purse and pulled Matthew closer. Anastasia quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled them out of his trousers. She didn't care if Matthew was late for work. She wanted him. Before long his trousers were pulled down and Anastasia saw the bulge in his pants. She quickly pulled his panties down and his erect dick sprang out. Anastasia giggled with excitement as she held his dick and proceeded to kiss Matthew deeply. They pulled back, and Anastasia looked deep into Matthew's eyes as she fondled his dick, "I want you deep inside me", Anastasia whispered and Matthew smiled back. In a few moments, Anastasia was on Matthew's bed. He trailed soft kisses down her body, stopping to feast on her round perky breast. He continued his journey down her body and when he got to her pussy Anastasia moaned. When he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, Anastasia screamed out. She held onto his head as he expertly sucked and licked her pussy. Matthew's attention was suddenly captured by a ringing phone. It was Anastasia's phone, "Let it ring ", Anastasia begged as she tried to pull his head back to what he was doing. The phone stopped ringing and when Matthew was about to continue, it started ringing again. "Let me get it for you", Matthew said and went out to get her bag from the sitting room. By the time he got to the room, the phone had stopped ringing but soon after it started ringing again. Anastasia opened the bag and brought out the phone. It was her sister Natasha. Anastasia received the call, "I am at your gate now and I am with Britney", Natasha said from the phone. Anastasia remembered that her sister had called that morning to tell her that she was coming to her place. "You have to go?", Matthew asked and Anastasia nodded. "Natasha is already at the house and I need to go", Anastasia begged, "I know we still need to talk about the status of our relationship but I will come back soon. I just need to see my sister ", Anastasia explained. Anastasia got home to find Natasha and her sister parked outside her gate. They both drove in and shortly after they were all seated in the sitting room. "Natasha, you didn't tell me Britney would be joining us," Anastasia said as she handed each of them a glass of margaritas. "Ana, I know you're surprised to see Britney here, but there is something you need to hear about Matthew," Natasha said.Anastasia didn't know if she was ready to receive any bad news. She was not happy that Natasha had interrupted her time with Matthew. "I am all ears," Anastasia said to her friend and sister as she settled in on the couch and took a sip of her drink. "First of all, tell us what really happened that day. You owe us an explanation as to why you ran off," Natasha said, "what exactly happened that morning? You just took off without any explanations. You cut everyone off. Anastasia, everyone was worried about you." Anastasia exhaled and launched into the entire story of what happened the morning of her wedding. She also told them what Matthew had said about the video. After Anastasia finished her explanation, Natasha exhaled and shook her head, "I don't know what to say." "Do you believe him?"Britney asked. " I do," Anastasia answered, "I know Matthew loves me" Natasha looked at her sister, and she knew Anastasia was not telling them everything, "And what about your hus
ANASTASIA After Britney and Natasha left, I became very anxious. Divorce was all I needed from Harry to be free to be with my man. The whole idea of the contract marriage was so that Harry could claim his inheritance, and now that aim has been achieved, I just hoped that he would free me from the contract. When it drew near to the time Harry usually came back from work, I took a seat by the window hoping he would come back soon. Finally, I saw the gate open, and his Rolls Royce drove in. I knew nothing about Harry Smith, but I hoped he wasn't a man who would want to keep me against my wish. Shortly after he arrived, I was notified by one of the housekeepers that dinner was ready. went down for dinner hoping to see Harry so that I could talk with him but he didn't come for dinner. I was disappointed and ate alone. After dinner, I decided to go to his room to talk to him. I knocked several times but there was no response, I decided to forge ahead with my plan of talkin
When I got inside I tried sleeping but Matthew and Harry had robbed me of sleep. The following day, I went to the hospital and I was surprised to see him already sitting. He smiled when he saw me, his mom was there with him. "You're here", she said acknowledging my presence, "I hope you slept well", she said. "I did. Thank you", I said. "How is he?", I asked Harry's mom, "Why don't you ask him", she said with a smile, she bent down and planted a kiss on her son's head. "Let me give both of you some space ", she said and walked out. "Thank you for saving my life", Harry said. "You don't need to thank me", I whispered. He looked so weak and pale and that made my heart break, "what happened", I asked him. "I don't want to talk about it ", Harry said, "not yet", he added. "I brought you breakfast. Your mom told me your favourite and I had the chef make it just the way she said you like it ", I said, he smiled and his eyes lit up. I could see he was still ver
HARRY Shortly after, my driver left to bring Clarise to the venue he called and informed me that Clarise was not at her house. I started to panic, and while I was trying to reach Clarise on the phone, Peter called. "She said yes," Peter screamed into the phone. He had just proposed to his girlfriend, and she had accepted the proposal. Peter went ahead to apologise for not waiting till he got to the venue like we had all planned. Even from the phone, I could hear how excited Peter was. He asked me if I had proposed to my woman. I told him she was still on her way, I lied because I didn't want to dampen his celebratory mood. I went to Clarise's house myself but she wasn't there. I couldn't reach her on the phone either. Her friends whose contact I had didn't know her whereabouts. My mother was equally worried. The following day, I told Peter what really happened. He felt so bad for me. He invited me over to have dinner with his fiancè and I obliged. On my way to Peter's hous
"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration. "She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again." Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. " Anastasia exhaled, she was in a fix. Matthew had threatened to get involved if she didn't end her marriage with Harry. If Matthew told the board that he and Anastasia were sexually involved with each other, Harry would inevitably lose the company. Anastasia didn't know what to do, she had to help Harry keep his inheritance. She opened her mouth to tell Harry of his nephews's threat but she couldn't bring herself
NATASHA It was raining cats and dogs that day. I had a photoshoot I had to get to, and my father had insisted he take me there himself. The rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the city lights. Inside my father's car, the chauffeur was trying hard to navigate through the heavy rain and thunderstorms. I sat beside my father browsing through hot gossip on social media. I was trying to distract myself from the storm. Thunderstorms always scared me it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I tapped impatiently on my phone."Daddy, I told you, I can drive myself," I protested for the umpteenth time. Dad sighed, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I know, sweetheart, but I worry." I rolled my eyes, but truthfully I loved it when my father showered me with his attention and affection. Despite his stern exterior, my father was a softie at heart. The car suddenly swerved to avoid a particularly aggressive puddle, and I clutched the armrest, my heart started pound
NATASHA Anastasia's jaw dropped. "He pulled a gun on Dad?", Anastasia asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. Her face was drained of all colour, Anastasia was as terrified as I had been. "There's more," I said, the memory of that night was a festering wound, it was still very fresh. Even recounting to Anastasia still sent chills down my spine. A huge metal door opened and two of Damien's men emerged, dragging a struggling figure between them. My heart hammered against my ribs. I didn't recognise the man and I couldn't have because his face and body was covered in blood. He had been severely beaten. This man, whoever he was, wore a cheap suit, his face a mask of terror. "He says he'll get you the money tomorrow," one of Damien's men grunted, shoving the man towards his boss. Damien, tall and imposing, didn't even blink. He gave a curt nod, and the next thing I heard drew air out of my lungs and almost deafened me. A gunshot was fired into the man's skull and l saw him fall
NATASHA Damien tilted his head to the side and looked at me from head to toe, "So, you reported me to the cops. That was really brave of you."Damien muttered with a scary smile on his face. My heart started beating really fast. I have never been more terrified in my life. I wanted to run, but my legs were stuck to the ground. I wanted to scream, but I knew that dad and I would be dead even before the cop sitted in the car would get to us. "I have a soft spot for you, and I don't even know why," he continued, "but you... you've got me wrapped around your finger somehow." His words sent shivers down my spine. A "soft spot"? This man had threatened my father's life, and now he claimed some bizarre affection? It felt like a twisted game, and I was the terrified pawn. I became afraid, and so i started begging, "Please," I pleaded, and he smiled that bone chiling smile. "Don't hurt us." He started laughing, Damien's laugh filled the room, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the
Anastasia sat on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling as she scrolled through her phone. The images of Harry and Camille were everywhere. Pictures of them coming out of a restaurant. Anastasia could not help but see how Harry held the beautiful actress. Anastasia felt sick to her stomach. Her heart pounded against her ribs. The pain was physical, a sharp stab that made it hard to breathe. " No, this can’t be real," Anastasia kept muttering to herself as she struggled to breathe. She had spoken to Harry just last night. He had told her he was busy and had an early meeting. And yet, here he was, on the front page of every gossip blog, wrapped up in another woman. Tears blurred her vision, and her body got weaker. The phone slipped from her fingers, crashing onto the marble floor. A wave of dizziness hit her like a storm, and before she could even cry out, the darkness consumed her. Miriam, one of the domestic staff, knocked lightly on Anastasia’s bedroom door. "Madam, y
Anastasia stretched lazily under the soft sheets, her body still heavy from exhaustion. The previous night had been a blur of discussions, strategy, and whispered theories with Natasha. They had spent hours poring over security footage, trying to make sense of who could have betrayed her. She had hoped to speak to Harry—to hear his voice, to feel some semblance of reassurance. But he hadn’t come home. She had waited. And waited. At some point, her eyes had grown heavy, and sleep had claimed her before she could hear the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. With a sigh, Anastasia pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She stripped off her lilac-coloured nightwear and stood before the full-length mirror. The reflection staring back at her was different. Her waist was still trim, but her breasts—fuller than before—hinted at the new life growing inside her. A slow smile curled her lips. She was going to be a mother. Excitement coursed through her veins, but it w
The restaurant was dimly lit, the soft flicker of candlelight casting golden hues across Camille’s face as she sipped her wine, her gaze locked onto Harry. The tension between them was thick, like a velvet rope pulling them together. Harry, slightly tipsy, leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He was fully aware of Camille’s game—she had always been a master of flirtation, using her beauty and charm like a finely honed weapon. “You’ve done a good job staying out of my reach,” Camille murmured, setting her glass down as she leaned in, her voice was as soft as silk. “Even when you know how much I’ve been dying to have you.” Harry smirked, shaking his head. “Camille, we’ve never seemed to be single at the same time.” Camille let out a soft, sultry laugh, her eyes gleaming as they travelled over him with deliberate slowness. “Oh, Harry…” she purred, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “You’re being coy. That’s not the real reason.” Harry arched
Anastasia sat on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she absently scrolled through her phone. She wasn’t reading anything—her mind was too clouded to focus. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the screen, the only sound in the vast, quiet living room. The clock on the wall ticked away, marking each second that passed as she waited for her sister, Natasha, to arrive. Anastasia had called her the moment Harry stormed off, demanding answers she didn’t have. How had Matthew heard about the divorce? The only two people she had confided in were Natasha and Britney, and she trusted them both with her life. Her chest tightened as she replayed Harry’s furious words in her mind. "Why did you tell your lover that we were getting a divorce?" Matthew. The man she had cut ties with years ago. The man she wanted nothing to do with. But somehow, he knew. She shuddered at the thought. If Matthew was inserting himself into her life again, nothing good would come of it. A car doo
Anastasia paced the length of her living room, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her heart pounded in her chest as the moment Harry had walked out replayed in her head. She had rushed up to him the second she heard his bedroom door open, desperate to speak to him, to explain, to beg—but he had walked past her as if she didn’t exist. No glance, no words, not even the flicker of an emotion in his eyes. She had watched from the window as he got into his car and drove away, leaving her standing there, crushed, shattered, and abandoned. Tears blurred her vision as she dialled Natasha's number. The call barely rang twice before Natasha picked up. “Anastasia?” Natasha’s voice came through the speaker, filled with concern. Anastasia couldn’t even respond—only a choked sob escaped her lips. “Stasia, talk to me. What’s wrong?” More sobs. “Anastasia! What is going on?” Natasha’s voice was sha
Anastasia lay still, her body wrapped in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, but she didn’t say a word. Harry shifted uncomfortably, his arm draped loosely over her waist as he studied her face. She stared at him, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. “Anastasia,” he began, his voice trembling, “I need you to know… I love you.” Her expression didn’t change, and her gaze was still fixed on him. Harry’s heart ached at her lack of response. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. “I know i have already professed my love for you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I promised to wait. But my heart yearns for you, " he paused, swallowing hard—"I thought tonight meant something. But if it doesn’t, I understand.” Anastasia turned her head away
When Anastasia had gotten home, she got into the sitting room and sank into a chair. She was pleased that Harry wasn't there; she couldn't face him, not with her tear-streaked face. Anyone with eyes could easily tell that Anastasia had been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen. She rang for a maid, and one appeared. Anastasia asked for a bottle of wine. Shortly after, the maid came back with a tray. On it was a very expensive wine And a glass. Anastasia poured herself some and gulped it down. On the second glass, the alcohol had started kicking. She took two more glasses, and soon after, she started feeling numb to all the pain she had been feeling. By the time Anastasia got to her feet, she was tipsy. In the twilight of the evening, Anastasia walked into the bedroom, her eyes meeting Harry's in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Harry rose to his feet, his eyes reflecting a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "I really needed to
"Matthew is a woman's man. Women love him, and he loves women. The lady in the video with him just happens to be one of his many flings, "Caroline said. Hearing the words spoken to her about a man she worshipped and adored felt like a knife was continually being plunged into her heart. Anastasia held her sister's hand a little tighter; Natasha, sensing her sister's pain, turned to her, "Would you like her to stop? You don't have to listen to this if you don't want to, "Natasha whispered to her sister. No,” Anastasia said, her voice steady despite the storm raging within. “Continue.” "Okay," Caroline said and continued, "Like I said earlier, another woman had walked into the two of them and made quite a scene. Coral is the name of the lady in the video. I was able to find her, and she was very open about her relationship with Matthew. " The two sisters listened intently, and Caroline divulged more of the information she was able to get from Coral. "She assured me that s
After her talk with Harry's mom, Anastasia had resolved to look deeper into her relationship with Matthew. When Paris had told her how she had found out from a friend that her best friend had drugged her fiancé and made it look like they had sex. Anastasia had also hoped that she would find out that truly the video was fabricated. When Natasha suggested employing the services of the private investigator she had used to investigate her husband, Anastasia reluctantly agreed, hoping Matthew would be vindicated. She clung to the belief that the video showing him with another woman was fabricated, as Matthew had insisted. While she waited with Natasha for the PI, Anastasia found herself replaying every beautiful moment she had shared with Matthew. She remembered how he had proposed, his eyes filled with love, and how he whispered, "I can't wait to marry you." His eagerness had been so contagious that they had rushed into a short engagement. Could the man who once seemed so perfec